Consume Mate

She stopped by unannounced and rapped on my door by the moonlight.

I wasn't expecting her and wouldn't have known what to do if I did.

Even through the distortion of the looking glass she was so very angelic.

No paint on her face and her hair was simply pulled back, but gorgeous.

I kept my eyes focused even as my shaky hand gripped the lock.

She looked up just as my eyes found hers shining back in my direction.

No amount of modesty could have left doubt as to her wanted desire.

Her silk slip held her form just tight enough for me to see most of her.

Yet begged for me to lift it like a curtain in order to start the performance.

The smirk that was plain as to intentions made my blood move fast.

I realized I was staring, not speaking, and she was waiting for invitation.

Only with my sigh did she bite the edge of her lip and push her way in.

Her fingertips to my chest as she passed me and pushed me to my limits.

She slid them down but walked away before she felt her effects on me.

Her backside seemed to beg me to lay my palm brisk upon its flesh.

As if she could hear my thoughts she pushed it out slightly, tempting me.

Seductive in such a playful way that even she had to giggle at my sigh.

I wanted to ask why, but the answer would be one that I already knew.

And again as if she knew my thoughts she slipped away her covers.

To me she moved close and whispered only for me to take her.

So away from this world we went forgetting all we are supposed to be.

She let me use her to get out all that I had felt every time we talked.

I moved slow to find the spot she would feel safe to let go.

 

© Jeph Rants